So this happened while we were staying in Widemouth Bay Holiday Village over the summer largely speaking a very positive holiday - once we had all got used to being confined to the rather small (for 5 people) accommodation. Everyone calmed down a lot when we could spread out a bit so we spent quite a bit of time on the beach, as you can imagine)...
Anyway, on one of the occasions upon which we were tripping over each other in the apartment we hit an Annabelle flash-point. Basically, Flyingpops had bought some craft to keep the girls busy, these lovely "colour your own" backpacks - not these exact ones, but this sort of thing -
-so anyway, the girls are sitting on the carpet, colouring away happily, and I have to warn Annabelle a few times to be careful with the pens - as we were in rented accommodation and I didn't want her colouring in the apartment. After a few such admonishments (as she got too close to the wall or furniture) I thought I would just check what the back of the box said.
They were permanent marker pens (of bright primary colours) - by this time, Annabelle was proudly swinging her bag about running unpredictably around the white-walled apartment building and touching the walls with her (now) brightly coloured fingers. I did one last check for danger - and yes, if I touched the coloured-in rucksack the bright colours came straight off onto my fingers - particularly the bright green one.
At home, what would have been merely annoying, in our holiday home, was grounds for paying for the place to be redecorated.
When I put the bag up high (just to give the ink a chance to dry a bit) - MELT DOWN. Full on tantrum, kicking the floor and furniture, hitting her sister, screaming at the top of her voice - but the cherry on the top - Flyingpops had long since locked herself in the bedroom claiming she had a headache - was coming back from the bathroom to find Annabelle has (in a state of barely controlled fury) pulled a little bench over, opened up the cutlery drawer, taken out the biggest knife she could find (a very large bread knife) and was wobbling around and jumping up, still screaming at the top of her voice, trying to use the knife to hook the bag from the worktop!
What on Earth are you supposed to do in that situation!? Not sure how I wrestled the knife out of her hand and got her off the stool without serious injury to either she or I, but somehow I did.
I think next time we need to read the box first.
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